Withered

Hidden. not in shadows or around corners,

but in the clear, bright day.

The heat of ten thousand eyes on you all at once

but alone, always the chill of sadness, clinging to you for sustanance.

the mystery is not why everyones else, but Why me?

Oh god why me.

you ask, you beg why me, what have i done? 

you are the worlds best liar,

Hell you lie to them, you lie to Him, you are so good you can even lie to your self.

No this isn't right, it can't be. no not me

but it is true, its youd

and what it means,

more sadness that spans seas,

anger that fuels the hate of your heart,

 the never ending questions that keep you stuck whilst everyone else is sprinting ahead,

trudging through the shit that is your life, your lie

But lies come at a cost, no they are not free.

Empty, you are so gone, they've taken all you are, and ever will be.

Oh god why me?

but when you aren't answered you take that edge to your pain,

falling down, cast down into the depths of the darkness that envelope you like deaths sweet kiss,

but just as quickly you are cheated, no solace, tugged bak to the real pain, reality.

life in secrets, back in the flesh but just as cold.